the tighter you hold on to me the more disgusted i grow
you think you have this hold on me
but all you really have is this
me and your sliver of a memory
i fell hard but now ive gotten back up again
ive come to see the error of my ways
i know i dont deserve this
ive seen better days
ill always love what you were
but what you are will always leave me hanging
ill never again go searching
for your empty sighs
dont waste your lustful breaths on me
dont bother asking for booty calls
the sex wasnt that good
and your breath smelled like shit
(you smoke too much oblivion)
dont expect me to lay here waiting
i aim to please but pleased you were too soon
you left me hanging
short of breath and wanting
you couldnt satisfy
live up to your name man-whore
your egotistic MAGIC WAND
screaming for more i say no more no more
ill rage, rage against the dying of delight
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